Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off, Ex! novel Chapter 164

**Through Unseen Doors We Step Into Untold Worlds Beyond**
**by Sage Hunter Lane**
**Chapter 164**

In that moment, a maid rushed toward Damon, her expression fraught with urgency. “Mr. Damon! Ms. Jayston has collapsed unexpectedly. I couldn’t locate Mr. Clark!”

Damon’s gaze snapped up, his voice icy as a winter’s night. “Where is she?”

“She’s upstairs now. Madam Summer and the other guests are preoccupied. You should go and see her,” the maid replied, her voice trembling slightly.

Under normal circumstances, Damon would have sensed the unease in the air. Nyla had fainted, yet no doctor had been summoned? Instead, they were directing him to check on her? Something felt distinctly off.

But the effects of the spiked wine Cyrus had offered him earlier clouded his senses, leaving him disoriented and sluggish. It wasn’t until he found himself standing in front of Clark’s room that the realization began to dawn on him.

“Mr. Damon, Ms. Jayston is inside,” the maid announced, her voice barely above a whisper.

Damon halted abruptly, a wave of suspicion washing over him. “I’ll wait here for the doctor,” he declared, his mind racing.

To step into that room without understanding the situation could unleash a series of unintended consequences.

As he stood there, it became increasingly evident that this was a trap orchestrated by Cyrus. Damon had never imagined his elder brother would resort to drugging him, especially during their mother’s birthday celebration.

Cyrus had clearly crossed a line, revealing a ruthless ambition that left Damon feeling both betrayed and furious.

The maid, sensing the storm brewing in Damon’s eyes, paled visibly. “Mr. Damon, Ms. Jayston is sweating profusely. Perhaps you should check on her? The doctor will arrive soon…”

Damon’s lips curled into a sneer as he seized her by the neck, his grip firm and unyielding. “You dare conspire against me in the Sumner household? Do you have a death wish?”

He tightened his hold, watching as the color drained from her face. She understood that revealing the truth could incite Damon’s wrath, but it would also draw the ire of Cyrus.

“Mr-Mr. Damon, what are you saying? I don’t… I don’t understand…” she stuttered, her voice quaking with fear.

“You don’t? Then go fetch Cyrus. He should be the one to explain!” Damon hissed, his frustration bubbling to the surface.

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